Page 16 of False Confidence

“Message received, darling,” he chuckled against her lips. He grabbed her other hand, holding it down against the pillow on the other side of her head, taking care to avoid her hair. “If you need to stop, tell me, okay?”

“I swear to God if you don’t fuck me soon I—oh.”

Liam couldn’t stop a grin from splitting his face as her back bowed, her legs wrapping tightly around him as he fucked her. He used the bounce of the mattress to propel himself, hitting her deeply. Her legs trembled around him, and if he wasn’t holding her hands down, he could tell she’d be raking her nails down his back.

Her pussy clenched around him, the sounds falling from her lips increasing in volume and decreasing in coherency. Fuck, she was close. Thank God. How was it possible for her to feel so fucking good?

He dragged his lips over her jaw, drawing her lip between his teeth and biting down until she was cursing into his mouth.

“You feel goddamn incredible, Jasmine,” he panted and her eyes snapped to his, golden flames sparkling in her hazel irises.

And then, in a split second, she blinked, and they were gone. She slammed her eyes closed, turned her head to the side, and… faked it? She clenched around him, every spasm of her pussy perfectly measured, every cry intentional.

Absolutely not. Not on his watch.

Liam stilled and loosened his grip on her hands, but didn’t let go, even when the pins and needles set in. Shit, he hadn’t realized quite how tightly he was holding her.

He watched her take a deep breath before opening her eyes and turning back to face him.

“Hey,” he said, searching her face for signs of discomfort. There was something there, an edge in her eyes. Frustration? Liam couldn’t quite place it. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She flexed her hands, and he begrudgingly released her, sitting back so he was kneeling. “What? No, why would you have hurt me?”

“Because you faked it.”

“Because you faked it.”

Jazz’s heart fell into her stomach. He’d noticed? No one had ever noticed.

“Of course I didn’t,” she said quickly, playing dumb and hoping her face didn’t betray her.

Liam frowned, his brows drawing together. “You did. It’s okay, but you never have to do that. If you’re not enjoying something, you can tell me. I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

He pulled out of her, still hard, and, despite the fact that her orgasm had, once again, disappeared the second she got close enough to grab it, her body was desperate to have him back inside her.

Jazz sighed, rolling the tension from her shoulders. “How the hell did you notice? No one has ever noticed.”

“How could I not notice?” Liam replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You didn’t notice last time,” she grumbled, and Liam’s eyes widened, a stunned expression falling across his face.

“What the fuck? Are you telling me you also faked it last time? And I was so drunk I couldn’t even tell.” He said the last part under his breath, like he was disappointed with himself.

Jazz flexed her hands just to give herself something to do with them. “It’s not your fault.”

At this, Liam looked somehow more aghast. “Are you kidding me? Of course it’s my fault. Clearly I’m doing something wrong and?—”

“Liam.”

He paused his tirade, and she weighed up her options. She could make some excuse, try and find something to say that wouldn’t have him blaming himself for her body’s inability to come. But she could see how much he was beating himself up about it, and she hated it. So that left option B: she could tell him the truth. She could finally open up and tell someone, other than her OBGYN, who had been useless anyway, that she couldn’t come. Liam wouldn’t judge her. It was fine.

She took a deep breath, as if readying herself for battle. “I haven’t had an orgasm in ten years.”

Liam blinked at her like she’d spoken a different language. “I’m sorry. It sounded like you just said you haven’t had an orgasm in ten years.”

“I did say that.”

“Holy shit.” Liam rubbed his face with his hands, shaking his head in disbelief.

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